Fragments of a mirror

by P S

Rating: teen
Tags: Original Character, Mystery, Anthology, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 4084

An anthology of pilot stories based on the concept found in various media, being reimagined in pony form.

Multiverse is a wild place, from a flawless utopia to a desolate wasteland and even an incomprehensible mess that most can't understand how a thing works in it. This is a collection of them. By random ponies from across the timelines but with one connection for you to find out.

I have had these ideas going on for a while, it was originally going to be a part of a bigger story, but since I wasn’t as great of a writer back then, it’s been put off and shelf for years. But now I’m open to trying again, hopefully, I won’t mess up like last time.

I'll admit that some of these are based on already written ideas, some are even ones on this site, but I believe my spin will be different enough that it'd at least give a different perspective on the already existing idea.

A new story every week!

Note: The warning and tags will change as the new one gets added, there'll be a small note at the beginning to clarify which tags/warnings correlate to which stories.

Published 2023-08-03 20:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-08-03 20:50:00 UTC

Sty. No. I: A sheltered life

Author's Note

This story will include element of mystery and slice of life, being written in a first person perspective, with main protagonist(s) being "Original Character(s)"

Sty. No. I: A sheltered life

Today is going to be a good day.

The morning Sun illuminates the room causing my sleepy brain to wake up slowly. I haven’t quite opened my eyes yet but I imagine it’ll be the same as usual, the light comes in through the window, reflecting on the mirror, and lights up the whole room, like it always does. Even the birds are chirping from my left side, filling the once quiet room with ambient peaceful noise, making me want to sleep even more.

Usually, I might just do that, but not today.

I throw the blanket off my top half and stretch my forelegs, giving the world the widest yawn causing the bird at the window to fly off, landing at the branch further away from the window still but continuing to chirp happily. They know I won’t butter them but sometimes, my yawning can get a tad too loud for them it seems. And it’s probably for the better.

“Good Morning, world!” I exclaim happily, who doesn’t love a good waking up after a great night's sleep, especially on a special day such as today? I glanced around, taking in the scenery of the room I have.

It’s not the biggest room, that goes to the living room, but it’s more than pleasantly big enough for me. The cabinet on my left, opposite my study table, is filled with various clothing I might like to wear sometimes. However, in most cases, they’re more hassle than comfortable, I have to admit, but it’s good to have various options than none anyway.

Anyhow, I got a bit distracted there, I shake my head and look at my dressing desk next to it, with all the pictures that I have collected throughout the years, at this point I should probably get a bigger mirror, seeing how many pictures I took. Spoiler alert, I take a lot of pictures, especially with her. It always put a smile on my face to see us so happy and vibrant in those pictures.

I get up from my bed after the introspection and throw the blanket upward… before it lands back down on me. in hindsight, I shouldn’t have done that to myself.

I quickly toss the blanket aside, and sheepishly dust myself as I stand on the bed and recompose. My eyes land on the calendar next to the mirror, to make sure I didn’t just make an awkward mistake of thinking it’s a different day than it is.

Nope! Today is definitely the day, my smiles widen as I jump off the bed and step closer to the calendar in front of me.

Today is my 18th cake day.

I walk over to the study desk, right below the window, grab my tablet and a satchel, quickly shove it in the bag, and run back over to look at myself in the mirror.

Clean yellow mane, check! Clean blue coat, check! No red eyes around my prismatic red pupils, check! Morning breath… yuck, will do that in a bit. Everything else seems fine to me!

Then I run out of my room to get the morning breath out of my mouth.

After I did my two minutes of brushing my teeth, I runs to the stair and jump onto the rail right along its side.

“Good morning, Miss Violet!” I sing out, sliding down the stair guard rail, successfully landing on all four this time, a good sign I’d say. The sounds of the stove running tell me exactly where she is, I turn toward the room at the end of the hall beyond the staircase and I run over to peek into the kitchen.

The first thing I sense is the smell wafting through the air of a pancake cooked on a frying pan. The sizzling sound of the butter evaporating makes my stomach growls loudly, causing me to jump and land awkwardly on my back at the doorframe.

The mare cooking chuckles as she turns over and looks “You’ll have to wait a little bit longer before we get to eat, honey, I didn’t expect you to wake up this early!” She says, smiling at me vibrantly. Her purple eyes look like a marble and her green mane is tied back so it doesn’t get all the food gunk all over herself. Her light blue coat, despite being less pristine than what’s on the mirror, is still pretty vibrant, I’d say.

“But mom! It smells so good!” I whine out, “Can’t you give me the one you already finished cooking first?”

She chuckles and shakes her head, “I’m sorry but no. Can’t. Do. you’ll have to wait for me to cook the rest first, it’ll be worth the wait, I promise.”

I hug my forelegs and make a short “hmph!” Sounds… before undo that to trot over to sit at the dining table, and return to said pose.

The five minutes drag on as I stare at the clock, the tick-tocking sounds louder than the grizzling of the pancake. The time seems to slow down as Miss Violet brings the plates of pancakes over, the smell of cooked dough, sugary syrup, and melted butter basically makes me drool my mouth out.

As soon as the plate is down and I see my mom open her mouth, I immediately dive in. Nothing else matters to me. It feels like it’s only been 5 seconds but all the food is already cleaned off my plate and in my stomach already.

“Wow… you ARE hungry… Don’t forget to drink the water, buttercup!” She says, slipping me a glass of apple juice before placing her own plate and glass opposite my seat and sitting down to eat herself… slowly, from my perspective at least.

I drink the AJ slowly and place the glass down, looking at my mom with a wild smile. She seems to notice it… but deliberately pretend she doesn’t see it as she slowly enjoys her meal.

Another few minutes went by as I… subconsciously vibrate, making the chair below me slowly move forward, I elicits an ow as my chest hit the table, breaking the intentional silence.

“Is there something you want to say~?” the older mare asks with a smirk. It probably doesn’t help that my face looks like it’ll implode at any second now.

And so I answer, “Ohmygod,it’smycakeday!Canyoubelieveit’smycakedayalready,I’msoexcited!Canyoupleaseeatfaster,Imeanifyou’reokaywithitobviously,Idon’twantyoutochokeaftera-“

Her chuckles break my quick answer as I close back my mouth. Blush slowly forms on my face, I pout and look to the side in sheer embarrassment.

“Oh, honey, of course, I do remeber!” She says as she lifts up a gift box. I squeeze as I take it in my grasp and immediately rip it open. A small orb with the number 18 inside.

I pull out my tablet and place it on the table, put the ball on its screen, and lightly push the ball down. Miss Violet continues eating her breakfast as she and I watch the orb sinks into the screen, as soon as the whole thing goes down, there’s a notification at the top right of the screen saying ‘18/18 unlocked’

I jump up and spin in the air with my wings, “Finally! There’s so much I can do no-“ I checked my device and see that the only unlock it did is a bar and a big rollercoaster, there are still at least a dozen more locked from the option.

I exclaim “W-but It says 18/18 unlocked! Why are there still things not unlocked!” I turn the screen over so Miss Violet can see, as she too quirks her eyebrow, tilting her head before answering “I have no idea, that’s the last one I was supposed to give you.”

I look at her, surprised by her answer or lack thereof. As I look at the screen sadly, my ears flatten backward.

Miss Vi gets up and walks over to hug me, as she pats me on my head gently. “There there, I know I might not be able to help but let’s just ignore that for now, shouldn’t we? It is your birthday after all!”

I wipe my eyes, gee I didn’t even notice I was crying, as I look up at her, nodding slowly “Y-you are right, even if there’s a lot of things that I don’t understand, we can figure it out later….” I pause for a moment, “I’m kind of tempted to explore the new theme park, the last one was back on my 16th cake day and it is kind of getting boring for me.” I answer sheepishly knowing that the 4D theatre is her favorite of all the rides they had so far.

She chuckles as she says “Yeah, the 4D theatre is my all-time favorite” -nailed it- “but I wouldn’t mind figuring a new one!” She lightly nudges my foreleg, “Why not try it today?” She takes a step back after letting go of the hug.

I sniffle for a moment before getting up, “Y-yeah, let’s go.” I then slowly walk toward the front door and waits there as Miss Violet follows after she finishes putting the plates in the sink. She combs her mane with her wing before saying “Go ahead, you’re 18 now, you don’t have to ask for my permission.”

I nod, smiling “Duly noted!”

I then open the door to the empty void.

I look around for a moment, glancing at the tablet occasionally while Miss Vi follows me. The nothingness of the white void makes it feel like it's smaller from the echo but it basically stretches in all directions forever, one could get lost in it if not for the wooden door at the center of the void.

"Okay, let's do this!" I tap on the button as lines and shapes slowly form in front of me, beside me, under me. All around me.

The once flat surface is slowly paved in stone with grass on both sides. The white void above turns vibrant blue as a few clouds form in the skies, casting shadows down on the gray path and the grassland. In front of me, structures slowly erect from the ground, and various common color splashes into view, forming what looks like various rides in an amusement park in front of me.

It takes only a few seconds before the previously white void is replaced by the grassland during a summer day with a massive park at the center of it, right in front of the wooden door I called home.

"Wow, it’s bigger than I expected! Do you think you'll be able to take all the rides?" Miss Vi asks as she looks in awe at the structure in front of her, "I hope we don't have to freeze time, like last time, do we?" she adds.

"Well... last time I did ride most of them three times, I promise we won't have to do that again," I say as I step through the front gate of the building.

"So, where should we start? The rollercoaster? The whirlpool?" she asks.

I point at the carousel to the right of us, “Let’s start off slow today. I don’t want to lose my breakfast immediately!” I excuse myself as I lead the way to the spinning ride.

And then my cake day has officially begun.

Sty. No. 2: A noir detective

Author's Note

This story will include elements of mystery and comedy, being written in a third-person perspective, with the main protagonist(s) being "Rarity" and "Original Character(s)"

Sty. No. 2: A noir detective

“Aww~ Sweetie, that’s great to hear! I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to be there during your audition, I’d love to see how those ruffian interviewer jaw dropped from how sweet your singing is! Tell me more! Did any of them drop their pen after heari- oh dear, I’m so sorry but I’m getting a knock on the door. Can we continue this after your school is over? Alright, thank you Sweetie, and hear you then, tata!” Rarity waits for a few moments before she placed her phone down. She adjusts her mane slightly along with giving a tight tug on the neck collar.

She takes a deep breath, and turns around to face away from the table before shouting “You may come in!”

The sounds of the bell ringing make her ears perk up in excitement, quickly follows by recompose of herself. Her clients deserve the best after all, if she’s too excited that might just scare them away.

Pause for dramatic effect.

She then turns the chair back, with now an unreadable face and her chin slightly up before saying “Welcome to Rarity’s investigative agency, how may I help you?” Her head slowly lowers to match the stallion as he walks from the door, the stallion is not wearing anything right now, letting his orange-yellow mane flow free. His arctic lime coat appears to be rushed cleaned, probably having taken an afternoon leave, and doesn’t want to look TOO unkept. He stops a few inches away from the chair before Rarity quickly adds “And yes, you may sit on the chair.” Just as she intended, Rarity thought, one would hear a loud squee if they can read her mind right now.

The Pegasus quickly nods and sits down, before placing what looks like an envelope being used as a folder down on the table. “Umm.. hi, Miss Rarity, my name is Quick Call and I’m here to… ask for your help with searching for a missing pony,” he says before he quickly pulls out a picture from the folder, sliding it in front of the detective, “Her name is Luminant, and she works at the ‘Manehattan surgical center’ and has been missing for… 4 days now?”

Rarity taps her chin thoughtfully, looking at the picture. The mare in light lilac mane, tea green coat was wearing a doctor's coat with a matching name on the left side of the chest, it seems that the picture was a publicly taken picture though so he could have taken it from a library. She then asks “What’s your relationship with her, Mister Call?”

He quickly answers “I am one of the fellow doctors that work with her, although we are mainly just working colleagues, I do worry about her suddenly disappearing. some said she went off to stay with her family for a while but I want you to check it out, just in case.” He then pulls out another picture, a polaroid this time, showing him, standing almost a foot taller than Miss Luminant, putting his Spanish-yellow mane back in a bun while wearing the same doctor’s coat. With the exception being the hole for the wings, they're otherwise identical to hers. He's standing behind the missing mare, with the right half of his neck down obscuring the left half of the stallion. Although in this case, they’re standing in what looks like a bedroom in a house rather than the hospital corridor from the previous picture.

Rarity’s ear flicks once as she noticed something but decided to shelf it for now.

This case is already more interesting than she anticipated.

“So, how long have you two known each other?” She asks, her eyebrows quirking as she points her head to her left. He replies “We met 3 years ago, during an operation where I have to defibrillate the victim after his heart flatline during the tracheostomy.” Rarity’s ear flicks again as she follows up with “What kind of surgeon is she? I assumed she’s the one performing the tracheostomy, correct?”

He nods and continues, “Yes, she is an…. Ophthalmologist surgeon, she specializes in ENT.” He took a second to say her job but otherwise, his speech pattern doesn’t seem to be off. So, Rarity leans back onto her faux-leather chair and thinks for a moment. This is very interesting already and the real case hasn’t even started! She thought to herself, suppressing the urge, for now, professionalism is key.

She then notices that the folder is not empty and asks “And what are those, if I may ask?” seeing the client bringing this many documents isn’t that odd but it signifies that he might have something more to say than just ‘here’s the job, good luck’.

His ears perk up. “Oh! These? I found some of these in her hospital room and others are just pictures I have that I either took for her.” He pulls out a few pictures before I splay them out on the table.

The first one seems to be the picture of a group of ponies, one of the ‘fun group poses’ they did after taking the 'serious group poses'. Most of the ponies are around their late teenage year, except the homeroom teacher, who's well into her mid-adulthood. One of the teenage students, the one in the middle left looks like the younger version of Luminant, a few ponies near her seem to pose with her, forming a small heart in the stand. There seem to be four ponies that make up the heart: The young Luminant; a waterspout coat and pistachio mane Pegasus; a tall stallion with a chartreuse yellow coat and light blonde mane wearing thick glasses and an earth pony mare with a brace, light gray coat, and pale amaranth mane.

After looking at it for a moment, Rarity turns her attention to the rest of the picture pile, all of them seem to be that of older Luminant with various ponies, some are even in the group picture, obviously as their older selves. There’s a picture of Luminant taking a ride on a rollercoaster with 3 other mares, another of her posing as the Statue of Liberty with a unicorn stallion and his presumably marefriend (seeing that the two are making a heart next to the doctor), another is a polaroid picture of Quick Call himself, having spaghetti all over his blue mane and Luminant awkwardly tries to clean it with her towel at a restaurant at night, and last one is a smaller group picture, with Luminant smiling at the center, wearing a birthday hat along with two older ponies, her parent is Rarity's educated guess, along with various ponies of similar age comprise of 4 earth ponies, 3 pegasi and 7 unicorns. The only two stallions, besides the one who seems to be her father, are levitating the banner saying “Happy 27th birthday!” with their magic.

Rarity looks at all of them for a moment before saying “I see, so you’re here to ask me to help with finding out what happened to Miss Luminant?”

The stallion nods enthusiastically, “Yes, I would love to know where she is, that’s all.”

Rarity sighs and leans back into the chair, “I cannot guarantee the success but if I were to fail, I’m open to having the payment be 50% off if you choose to answer my next question honestly.” Her heart starts to race.

Quick Call tilts his head before saying “I don’t mind paying the full price even if you can’t solve it” There was a long pause that’s more uncomfortable than Rarity expects, but then “But if you insist, I’d not mind having the discount if you failed.”

Rarity takes a deep breath, leaning forward, and turns the chair to the left before saying proudly.

“Why are you lying to me?”

A moment of silence is interrupted by a loud "WHAT?" coming from the stallion.

Rarity lifts her hooves up instinctively, "Please calm down, Mister Call, I'm just saying what I'm seeing, a-" She is interrupted by an accusing hoof pointing at her, as the stallion exclaims, "I can't believe it, you're accusing me of lying? Why would I do that?"

Rarity clears her throat and replies "I know that family issue is a big problem, but I can assure you, as long as you're not the one taking her away, I won't tell her parent that you two have been secretly staying together behind their back."

The stallion stops as he stares blankly at the mare, slumping back down on the couch in a mixture of shock and odd fascination, he whimpers out "H...how did you know?"

Rarity takes a moment to close her eye and compose, as she answers without opening her eyes, "From the look of it, if they can, her parents only allows Miss Luminant to be with only unicorn stallions or other mares." She points at the birthday party picture. "There are only two stallions at the birthday besides her parent, I assumed you're not invited because of that." She then levitates the two Polaroid pictures off to make their own pile, "And these are the picture you've taken yourself, aren't they? That's why they've not printed pictures like the rest of the image."

He sighs in defeat before answering "Yeah... her parent doesn't want me, a pegasus to be with their precious daughter, even if we love each other so much... after that first hospital o-"

Rarity interrupted matter-of-factly, "You two met in high school, and you're not a doctor."

Quick Call pauses for a moment before he says another "What? How did y-" he stops himself as he tries to think what he said could have let her know that.

"It's simple, dear, she's performing a tracheotomy, a neck surgery, that's Otolaryngologist, NOT Ophthalmologist. You probably mistook your eye surgeon for her. Plus, you don't defibrillate a flatline patient, you perform CPR." She answers, sipping her tea while watching her 'client' lost his word.

"But I'm not in the picture, see?" He lifts the group picture up and points at it with his wing, causing Rarity to shake her head.

"What do you mean, Mister Call, you're right there!" She lights up her horn and moves his wingtip to the stallion that makes up the heart in the picture.

"But he looks nothing like me! He wear g-" Rarity quirks an eyebrow causing him to change his word, "Right... the eye doctor thing, but he has different mane color!"

"Mister Call, over the year I've seen so many ponies and how their mane color shift and change, and I have to say. Mane color doesn't turn darker with age." She points at the doctor duo picture and the stallion himself. "The one in the picture is clearly Yellow-Orange while yours is Spanish-Orange, if I were to make two identical dresses and have made such a coloration error between the two, I'd be on the first page with the title 'Rarity lies! The fashionista is losing her sense?!?' " She says dramatically, lifting her hooves up straight and spreading them apart as she said the title.

She turns back to look at Mister Call, "You don't have to hide anything from me, dear, I might not know how much you struggle to keep it secret but I am an investigator, finding the truth is my job and if you don't give me the whole picture then I won't be able to solve the case like you want me to." Rarity looks into the stallion's eyes, smiling gently and knowingly.

He then smiles back, before wiping his tear, "I-I'm sorry, Miss, I just... I don't want ponies to k-know that I, a lowly delivery stallion am asking for help to find one of the best Ophtham- the best ENT surgeon around. Especially with how her parents really dislike me because I'm such a massive failure after I finished high school."

Rarity gets up and walks around the table to give the stallion a hug, it's the best she can help right now, hopefully with a better mood, the investigation, later on, will be smoother.

"No one that doesn't need to know will have to know, I pinkie promise." Rarity says after slowly letting go of the pegasus before putting the document back in the envelope and slowly walking toward the exit door.

"Thank you, miss Rarity... where are you going, ma'am?" He says after wiping his tear.

"Why of course, I'm going to find your marefriend, want to come?" She answers enthusiastically, feeling the blood pumping in excitement.

He nods and runs after the mare, the bell rings one last time as the door closes.

Today is going to be more interesting than Rarity anticipated.